He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 607

Those words seemed directed just as much at himself as they were at Scarlett.

Scarlett didn't even bother to respond.

She turned and walked away, her posture elegant and composed, every step radiating decisive grace.

Yardley instinctively took a couple of steps after her, but stopped himself, his eyes locked desperately onto her retreating figure.

He knew she wouldn't turn back, but deep down, a subconscious hope clung to the idea that she might look over her shoulder just one last time.

Just as she reached her car, Scarlett suddenly paused and turned around, waving a hand at him.

Yardley's pupils dilated. A flicker of uncontrollable joy crossed his face as he quickly closed the distance between them.

"Scarlett, you..."

"Just a friendly reminder: please send a crew to fix the gates your mother destroyed at Orchard Villa as soon as possible! Otherwise, I might have to have her arrested again!"

Having suddenly remembered the property damage, Scarlett flashed a polite, final warning before smoothly sliding into the driver's seat and starting the engine.

Yardley, who had foolishly thought she was going to say something meaningful, felt the words lodge in his throat like broken glass. He was so angry he could have coughed up blood.

He could only watch as Scarlett drove away, not showing a single ounce of hesitation or any desire to look back.

Yardley felt as if his heart were being clawed out of his chest.

The suffocating sensation of desperately trying to hold onto something, only to watch it slip through his fingers, made it impossible to breathe.

"Scarlett! You will definitely regret this!"

A sudden, explosive surge of anger overtook him. He violently tore his copy of the divorce decree to shreds and hurled it into a nearby trash can.

...

Scarlett hadn't told anyone she was finalizing the divorce today.

After driving home, she locked her divorce papers in a drawer. Then, she drew a luxurious milk and rose petal bath, letting the hot water soak away the deep exhaustion of the endless tug-of-war she had just survived.

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